Since yesterday evening I just think about what I really want to do.
But...
The only things I really like, aren't an option for me as a job...
I like writing texts, and stories, more I write more I know that I have no talent at all.
I don't really like my job, but I don't have any other choice.
I just don't have any talent at all...
I don't know why I'm here
What I intend to do one month ago was the good thing, but it didn't work.
I'm just gonna try again....
I'm useless
I don't know why he beleived in me, cause there's nothing to beleive in.
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